"Captain Colfax," said Oliver Pollock, "These are the five from Kentucky
of whom you heard. They are to go with you on your great journey as far as
Kentucky, but they are to do as they please. They are scouts, warriors,
and free rangers. You will find them of great service."
He introduced them one by one, and Adam Colfax gave them a hearty grip
with a hand which seemed to be made of woven steel wire.
"Good woodsmen and good riflemen I take it," he said, "and we may need
both. I hear that the Creeks, Cherokees, and others, are feeling full of
fight. Now, I ain't looking for a fight, but if it happens to get in my
way I'm not running from it."
"You old war horse," said Oliver Pollock, laughing, "it's your business to
get these supplies through, not to be shooting at Indians. I wish I could
go with you. It's a wonderful journey, but I have to stay here in New
Orleans. This is the gate and we must see that it is not closed. How many
canoes and boats have we now, Adam?"
"About sixty, and they are manned by at least three hundred men. As I see
it, we can take care of ourselves."
"Adam," said Mr. Pollock laughing, "I believe you're really looking for a
fight."
Adam Colfax showed two rows of fine, white teeth, but said nothing.
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